^{1 Ref} He is so cruel that no one is ready to go against him. Who then is able to keep his place before me?

^{2 Ref} Who ever went against me, and got the better of me? There is no one under heaven!

^{3 Ref} I will not keep quiet about the parts of his body, or about his power, and the strength of his frame.

^{4 Ref} Who has ever taken off his outer skin? who may come inside his inner coat of iron?

^{5 Ref} Who has made open the doors of his face? Fear is round about his teeth.

^{6 Ref} His back is made of lines of plates, joined tight together, one against the other, like a stamp.

⁷ One is so near to the other that no air may come between them.

^{8 Ref} They take a grip of one another; they are joined together, so that they may not be parted.

^{9 Ref} His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.

^{10 Ref} Out of his mouth go burning lights, and flames of fire are jumping up.

^{11 Ref} Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.

^{12 Ref} His breath puts fire to coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth.

^{13 Ref} Strength is in his neck, and fear goes dancing before him.

^{14 Ref} The plates of his flesh are joined together, fixed, and not to be moved.

^{15 Ref} His heart is as strong as a stone, hard as the lower crushing-stone.

¹⁶ When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.

¹⁷ The sword may come near him but is not able to go through him; the spear, or the arrow, or the sharp-pointed iron.

^{18 Ref} Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.

^{19 Ref} The arrow is not able to put him to flight: stones are no more to him than dry stems.

^{20 Ref} A thick stick is no better than a leaf of grass, and he makes sport of the onrush of the spear.

^{21 Ref} Under him are sharp edges of broken pots: as if he was pulling a grain-crushing instrument over the wet earth.

^{22 Ref} The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.

²³ After him his way is shining, so that the deep seems white.

^{24 Ref} On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.

^{25 Ref} Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.

^{1 Ref} Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue?

^{2 Ref} Dost thou put a reed in his nose? And with a thorn pierce his jaw?

^{3 Ref} Doth he multiply unto thee supplications? Doth he speak unto thee tender things?

^{4 Ref} Doth he make a covenant with thee? Dost thou take him for a servant age-during?

^{5 Ref} Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?

^{6 Ref} (Feast upon him do companions, They divide him among the merchants!)

⁷ Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?

^{8 Ref} Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!

^{9 Ref} Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?

^{10 Ref} None so fierce that he doth awake him, And who `is' he before Me stationeth himself?

^{11 Ref} Who hath brought before Me and I repay? Under the whole heavens it `is' mine.

^{12 Ref} I do not keep silent concerning his parts, And the matter of might, And the grace of his arrangement.

^{13 Ref} Who hath uncovered the face of his clothing? Within his double bridle who doth enter?

^{14 Ref} The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth `are' terrible.

^{15 Ref} A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.

¹⁶ One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.

¹⁷ One unto another they adhere, They stick together and are not separated.

^{18 Ref} His sneezings cause light to shine, And his eyes `are' as the eyelids of the dawn.

^{19 Ref} Out of his mouth do flames go, sparks of fire escape.

^{20 Ref} Out of his nostrils goeth forth smoke, As a blown pot and reeds.

^{21 Ref} His breath setteth coals on fire, And a flame from his mouth goeth forth.

^{22 Ref} In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.

²³ The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.

^{24 Ref} His heart `is' firm as a stone, Yea, firm as the lower piece.

^{25 Ref} From his rising are the mighty afraid, From breakings they keep themselves free.

^{26 Ref} The sword of his overtaker standeth not, Spear -- dart -- and lance.

²⁷ He reckoneth iron as straw, brass as rotten wood.

^{28 Ref} The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

^{29 Ref} As stubble have darts been reckoned, And he laugheth at the shaking of a javelin.

^{30 Ref} Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

³¹ He causeth to boil as a pot the deep, The sea he maketh as a pot of ointment.

^{32 Ref} After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.

^{33 Ref} There is not on the earth his like, That is made without terror.

^{34 Ref} Every high thing he doth see, He `is' king over all sons of pride.